This story is by my best friend :D She finally has a wattpad, her name's GirlsMakeBoysCry but i'm still publishing this for her. LOOL . You can find her on quizilla though. Her name on quizilla is xLiveToPartyx ... Hope you enjoy it as much as I did ^-^
Chapter 1
I was locked out the house again. Daum. Ithought that i could break in my house. Risky? Yes. But how else was i suppose to get in? Wait til 5 or 6? Nah. Its 3 something. IM not waithing that long!! So ive decided to break in.
i opened a window on the side of my house. You cant really lock it so yeah. Im not in the house though. Its not that easy. I wasmy the garage that smelled like gas and dog crap. Bleeh.
I walked over to the door and looked at the doornob. If only i had my keys. Siiigh. I got the bobby pin outta my hair and started picking. Im a pro at picking locks. I know that might be bad and all but it comes in handy for stuations like this.
After about 5 minutes, it opens. YESSSS!! Then, a sound statled me... THE ALARM!!! Why on the day i attemp to break in, the alarm is set?!! We never put the alarm on!! I try to run to it to turn it off but im to late.
Daum! Daum! DAUM!! Why me!? Then, the phone rang. Whew! Im saved! I walked into the kitchen to get the phone. Just my luck.
Its not there! Daum! Daum! DAUM!! aRE YOU KIDDING ME!?!!?!!?! Why does the universe hate me?! I look for it and when i find it, it goes to the machine. Plus, it was dead. Daum! Daum! DAUM!! Ugh! Fudge! Really?!?!!?
i wait for the cops to come. This isnt the first time this has happened ya know. Whenthey finaly show, i go outside to tell them it ws all a misunderstanding. But, they cuffed me and red me my rights.
"What? This is my house. I LIVE HERE!!" I tried to tell them but they ignored me then threw me in the car. "Hey! Eeeeasy buddy", i yelled. He rolled his eyes. He drove me to the police department.
"Listen, im innocent! I would try to break into my OWN house!" 'Liar', i thought.
"You little liar!", he yelled at me. 'Daum'.
"Dont f-", he stopped himself,"Just shut up, before i come back there".
'oooooo, is that a threat?', i thought. "Whatcha gana do if you come back here? Im just curious. I wanna be ready", i messed with him.
He put in his headphone and didnt say a word. But he looked pissed. 'Ahhhh, my job here, is done'.
I took my phone outta my pocket and texted my mom. She was use to hearing im with the cops. I sent the text, then put my phone away. We pulled up to the department.
I was happy. My mom will come and get and tell these dumb cops i do live there! But, i didnt know my life was no where near 'getting better'.
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The jackass police escorted me into the staion. I was smirking because i assumed my mo was on her way to cuss out these pepole. Especially Captin Asshole. 'hahahahaa, okaay, you cant tell me that wasnt fuuny?' But i was wrong... dead wrong.
They took my hand cuffs off and this one guy (named tommy) asked me for my name and age. "Delylah Love, 16". He smiled then left. I took my phone out and texted pamela. Me: omgee!! im@thapolive deprtment! =0
Pamela: again? what you do this time?
Me: hahaah, i kinda tried2brak in2 tha house =/
Pamel: hahahah, why?
Me: 4got ma keeeys
Pamela: again?
Me: ya ^_^
Then Tommy came back and handcuffed one of my hands to the chair. "Wh- what are you doing?!", i asked, surprised.
"You have record, miss Love. Im going to have to keep you stable", he said. I would question him about the record but i knew to well what he was talking about.
The L.A.P.D know me like weve been friends since birth! ahahaha! I triend texting. It ws hard but i managed. I told my sister, Destinee what happened.
Destinee: OMG! U IDIOT!
Me: hahahahah, dnt u luv me
Destineehahaahh, yea
Me: seee! just, dnt tel dad
Destinee: i wnt. mom mite
Me: daum!
Destinee: hhahah, yea.
Then, this hot guy walked in being being escorted by, like, 5 cops. But i dont care. HES HOT! Then, things got outta hand. He broke free then pulled outta gun. 'Oh shit! this stuff is craaazy!!'
He looks around the room for a hostage and his eyes land on me. He smiles, then walks over to me. He shoots the cuffs, missing my hand by a cenimeter.
He grabbed my arm roughly, and holds the gun to my head.
"Come after me, she dies!", then, he exited the department. I was hella scared! I really thought he was ganna blow my brains out! He hotwired a police car and we drove away. I was scared, as you should know.
We drove for what seemed like forever! I felt someone nudge me. It was my kiddnapper. Imma name him alex.
Its not his really name, but i dont wanna keep saying my kiddnapper my kiddnapper. Sounds annoying.
He got outta the car without saying anything. I sat there for a minute or so then got outta the car too. I walked into the house. It was small but homey. 'well, this is nice'.
Alex saw me and apparently, i looked 'lost', so he led me into this room. "This room is yours", he told me then left. I looked around. 'hm. not too bad'.
Alex seemed uncomfitable and shy. Maybe i canhelp him out with it.
My wrist hurt from the cuffs. I told Alex and he got a wet cold toel, then wrapped it around my wrist. He put pressure on it. It hurt but felt good at the same time.
Maybe this will be the start of a wonderful friendship :)
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Teen FictionReckless Delylah is at it again. Only this time, she's locked out of her front door. Her only choice was to break in to her own house, but the cops still arrest her. Again. They take her to the police station, where she meets this boy named Andrew...
